Lazy Rain

It's snaining outside
 Or is it just lazy rain
 It's six a.m. and I'm walking home
 While the city twitches
 In a sleep of dog dreams
 Me and a friend of mine
 We just cheated death
 Now I'm walking home
 For death's rain check
 I open the door quietly
 So as not to wake
 The blue-eyed wedding cake
 But she's watching me with one eye
 The sleepy little spy
 She helps me off with my shirt
 Because my arm was hurt
 In a recent fall
 I slide into the bed
 Then my leg I thread
 Between hers
 I put my good arm on her belly
 Her hips
 Her knees
 She is made of several babies
 I keep my scratchy cast to myself
 As I feel our bodies melt
 Into two drops of lazy rain
 Snaking down the window pane
 And when the two drops merge
 Then there is the surge
 Of one larger drop
 We move faster towards the sill